I heard the news that Michael Jackson had died
I knew I had to get to Klaus’s house
But I was too late
I rushed into his room
Billy Jean was blasting on the stereo
The TV was on
Images of Michael flicked across the screen
Klaus was sitting on his knees and had his back to me
He didn’t know I was there
I screamed out
He turned
There was blood everywhere
In his hand was a box cutter knife
Klaus had tried to shape his nose and chin
Just like Michaels
He had look of pain and despair on his face
I stood and looked at him for a moment
And then thought it best for me to leave
Klaus had some inner demons he needed to work out
I closed the front door of his house
And made sure no one was looking
And I reached down and adjusted the straps on the bathing suit I was wearing
Under my regular clothes
It was a vintage Farah Fawcett suit from her famous poster
I had put it on immediately upon hearing of her death
I’ll wear if for a month or two and mourn privately
Klaus?
I check in on him next week……he’ll be okay
Just as long Billy Ocean doesn’t suddenly die
Then there will be big trouble